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[Billy has never thought of himself as one of those obsessive stalker boyfriends who needs to be attached at the hip to his significant other at all times. Really, he'd always figured they were pretty good about mutual space. A two-month separation with the potential of spending years in this place without seeing Teddy again is, however, apparently the trigger he'd needed to become one, so after one too many looks from Teddy - some patient, others not so much - he'd officially gotten himself banished from the apartment for the afternoon after too much worried lurking. Which is... not the greatest thing ever on a hot day like today, but ten minutes down the road he realizes that, yeah, he'd been a little ridiculous, either blowing off his responsibilities or dragging Teddy along for the ride. He's happy and eager to have Teddy here, but they'd lived separate lives at least half the time back home; no reason for that to not continue here as well.

It's just hard to let go after you've missed someone for that long.

Still, that's how he finds himself out and about for around five hours today, doing the following (in no particular order):

- a late lunch at Seventh Heaven
- searching around the library for comic books
- combat practice in the Battle Dome (with or without his trusty new teacher)

While at the library, a few sketches find their way into his journal, more or less like the following: this, this, and this. Some time afterwards, a scribbled message appears below.]

What are some good ways to deal with bad dreams?

[Once he's finished all his daily stuff, he'll be bringing groceries home around dinner time, in the hopes that he's allowed. Feel free to run into him at any time.]

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Ah.

That.

He purses his lips, his gaze dropping back down again, and after a moment's thought he rolls off of Teddy and sits up on the bed, dangling his feet over the edge as he pokes around for his pants. As comfortable as he'd been, he desperately needs a distraction from his racing thoughts again.]

Sorry I didn't tell you.

[He'd been trying to keep quiet about it since Teddy arrived, and thankfully they're not screaming nightmares; even Teddy being a heavy sleeper wouldn't have saved him there. He's been hoping Teddy wouldn't notice, but there's no way to be subtle about a question like that on the journal.]

It's okay. I'm listening, if you want to tell me now.

[Teddy just watches Billy's back; better to give Billy his full attention rather than divide it by finding his own clothes. He at least doesn't sound upset. Why would he be? Sometimes there are things you don't want to talk about, after all.

But these are nightmares about three people that Teddy has some idea about. And considering what they learned during that mess of the Kree-Skrull war...]

[Billy is quiet for a long moment, drawing up his pants, though for now they're just draped ineffectively over his lap. Distractions are useful, but only temporary, unfortunately.

And this... well, if there's anyone he could tell about it, it's Teddy. So he takes a deep, quiet breath, and nods.]

You remember what Kl'rt and Vision said, right? About... the Scarlet Witch, and Mephisto, and... me and Tommy. I've been having these weird dreams since then.

[Right. He'd said something about how the Scarlet Witch had two children, and Mephisto took their souls away, only to have them go into two unborn children: Billy and Tommy. And since Magneto is the Scarlet Witch's father, it makes sense that Billy would dream of him, too.]

Weird? Like how? [Teddy reaches out to trace the small of Billy's back with his fingers, just to give him some kind of contact.]

[Billy glances sidelong at him, feeling the touch, then nods again.]

Like... I keep dreaming that we're a real family. Me, Tommy, and the Scarlet Witch. It started out kind of nice, actually. We were happy. But... then Mephisto started showing up. Lurking around in the background, or just appearing out of the blue. Sometimes he'd try to take us away from her. And sometimes she'd just hand us over, like- like he belonged. Like he was a part of the family.

["He has his father's eyes."

Was that true? If their souls had come from Mephisto, then... technically...

It's awful to even consider.]

[Teddy leans up slightly, supporting his upper body by resting his cheek on his free hand. He listens carefully with a little frown on his face; he can imagine it in his head, and it's... weird. Unsettling, especially considering what all they heard.]

Mephisto? Really? [Good god he hopes Billy's not related to that guy.]

Yeah. If what Kl'rt said about me and Tommy is true, then... wouldn't he be where we came from? So what does that even mean?

It'd suck if that's where you really came from. But... [He looks down at Billy's back as he traces circles into his back.] They're just dreams. And even if it's true, it doesn't change anything about you.

Mm... tell that to my brain, because it's not really listening. [With a quiet groan, he leans back, draping himself over Teddy's stomach and lifting both hands to cover his face. Uuuugh, why does he have to be such a headcase all the time? With all the serious bullshit that's been happening lately, it's a wonder he's still sane.]

[Teddy turns onto his back to accommodate this new position, and he feels a little grin quirking up. He can't help it; his boyfriend just looks kind of adorable like that.

The hand that was on Billy's back moves to play with his hair, sliding his fingers through it and twirling the strands.]

Billy's brain, stop that. You're freaking my boyfriend out.

[Billy trembles under his hand for a moment, and he shakes his head; for a moment it might seem like he's crying. But then a little snort escapes between his fingers, and he finally relents, hands stretching out on either side of him - one on Teddy's chest, the other on his legs - revealing the smile now crossing stubborn lips.]

I don't think that would normally work...

[Teddy had lifted his hand away for a second as a result, only to smile again, with relief this time, and lower his hand to his hair again. Here he thought he might have said the completely wrong thing, but... it's good to see him smiling after what they talked about.]

Why not? Your brain loves me so much and all, it ought to listen to me, too.

Don't be so sure about that. ...The listening part, obviously. I think the loving bit goes without saying.

[Not that he needs to make that clarification, but sometimes it's just nice to say. He stretches his hand a bit, fingers brushing over the other boy's chest, but Teddy still feels too out of reach so he rolls on his side to start edging closer.]

And here you had me worried.

[The way he grins as he lifts his head to watch Billy come closer says otherwise; it's okay, he knows without a doubt that he loves him. It's the listening part he wishes would work more often.]

You're a terrible liar. [Finally getting close enough, Billy sneaks his head into the crook of Teddy's shoulder, pressing his lips against the blond's neck. He hates all this serious talk, and distracting Teddy from the possibility of a lecture about stubborn boyfriends is preferable; he'd much rather kiss you, silly.]

Mmmm... [Right in a good spot, too. Teddy shuts his eyes and leans his head back, his hand moving up to thread into Billy's hair. Serious talk is good, bf. But so are kisses.] You see right through me.

Uh-huh. And I don't even need you to wish you transparent for it.

[He keeps up the kissing for a moment, then jerks back abruptly, eyes wide, a grin crossing his lips.]

...Oh! That's right, I forgot to tell you!

[Teddy opens his eyes and blinks them for a second - he was enjoying that and all. He looks up at him, confused at first.]

... What? [Then he starts to smile a little thank to the excitement on Billy's face.] What, Billy?

[Billy rolls over again, leaning over the side of the bed to fetch his pants once more, this time fishing around in his pocket until he emerges with a little pin, offering it out to Teddy. It's simple, just a little "4".]

Guess who got an invitation to become an honourary Fantastic Four member?

[Is he gloating? Yeah, just a little.]

[Teddy actually sits up this time to take the pin. Isn't this just a fancier version of that little toy pin kids liked to - wait.

Wait.

What?!]

You? [He just stares with a gape at first, before it turns into a big grin.] No way, Billy! Are you serious?!

[What does he mean, you 8| Billy just grins along, edging closer. He'd be amused by Teddy's enthusiasm if he wasn't so tickled about it himself.]

I'm serious! Susan Richards herself gave it to me and invited me in! Just don't press on it, there's a danger signal.

[Hey you told him to guess 8| Teddy pulls one of his hands away, seeing how he was about to press on it, and wow do they not want anyone walking in on them right now.]

It's just like it is in the comics, B! The danger signal and everything! [He scoots closer to touch shoulders with Billy, holding the badge between them as if to let them both look at it.] What'd you even do to earn this?

I have no idea! Can you get into the Fantastic Four by making pathetic faces at the Invisible Woman? Because I think that was my contribution.

[Seriously that is like all he did. And then she got him ice cream.

...Oh god, has he been adopted or something.]

[He pauses at that... then lets his grin turn teasing, finally taking his attention off the badge to look at Billy.]

Oh, I get it. She found out your real secret power.

What are you-

[A bit of the enthusiasm seems to fizzle and fade into a sulk as he clues in to what Teddy's implying there.]

That is not a secret power.

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